I won't change my mind. [He made that decision. They were going to do this and it was going to work. Steve frowned at the mass of dejected wolf blocking the doorway and let out a deep noisy breath before he turned to go grab his bag and start stuffing another set of clothes in it. If there was anything in the world he couldn't stand it was Bucky looking sad when he was shifted like this. Even his ears would droop and the bright pale of his eyes made him want to do anything to get his tail thumping again.

It still reminded him of that day he pulled Bucky out of the rain, unable to just walk away -- especially after the way Bucky had looked at him.]

You remember the last time I had pneumonia real bad, right? Nobody, nobody, thought I was gonna pull through, they got the Father Coyle and everything but you said the whole time I wasn't gonna go, Buck. You believed in me. [He moved quick, like if he didn't Bucky would change mind for good. Once the clothes were in he stepped over the mass of Bucky's body, pushing into the main room of their flat to grab what bread they had left, two tuna cans and shoved the rest of the bag of jerky in there too. Things that would keep.

Then he went back to the doorway and Bucky.] You're laying around like I'm already gone and if you keep that up, we'll miss the next bus out of the city.

[He steps over again and a few seconds later there's Bucky's hastily shed pants and shirt pelted at his head. You can't take a wolf on the bus and the woods Bucky liked the best took half an hour to get to.]